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Any Given Sunday
Play or be Played.
A star quarterback gets knocked out of the game and an unknown third stringer is called in to replace him. The unknown gives a stunning performance and forces the aging coach to reevaluate his game plans and life. A new co-owner/president adds to the pressure of winning. The new owner must prove her self in a male dominated world.
I remember when I saw this film for the very first time ... I was in high school ... my sophomore year on the football team ... and it was a friday afternoon after school ended. The football team always stayed after school, and we would all hang out in the locker room and relax, just getting out minds off things to help us prepare for the night's game. Sometimes we would even watch football movies. Well, on this day, we watched "ANY GIVEN SUNDAY", and I can tell you right now ... my first impression/opinion of this film when I first saw it all the way back then ... it has not changed one single bit.
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Oliver Stone is a self-indulgent filmmaker. It's just what he does. As early as Platoon, he was indulging the viewer in the cruel and deceitful side of war, a tell all of his personal accounts and he was rewarded accolade after accolade for it. I believe after this, his ego was inflated to an unmeasurable degree. His films continued a mountainside climb of scope and rigid bias and coked up editing and unfiltered testosterone.
I don't believe a sport in movies has been as glorified as it is in Any Given Sunday. Stone strives to pound me into submission with a nonstop barrage of editing that turns character into parody and plot into a music video. He splices clips of…
Oliver Stone lacks discipline.
This mantra kept lingering in my head throughout Any Given Sunday, a film that proves Oliver Stone should be smacked across his face and sent to bed without any dinner, until he learns how to make a proper film.
The film's true problem lies in its editing. Stone seems to be so concerned with creating chaotic, frustrating montages that feel more like a disorganized and uninteresting movie than scenes from a cohesive film. Any time a scene is developed between two characters that feels remotely interesting and dramatic, Stone ruins it with his ridiculous editing style.
It doesn't help either that at 157 minutes, the film feels way too long. Maybe at two hours, I would…
keeps hammering at the idea that money/corporatization poisoned the purity of the sport, but not even Stone seems to believe that bullshit. his narrative is compromised by the demands of an audience-friendly underdog come-from-behind sports movie. but if you're like me you showed up for his crackpot associative indictment of masculinity, something he directly compares to a competition that's supposedly no longer meaningful. and as for football, Stone prefigures DJANGO UNCHAINED with Jamie Foxx's attacks on the sport as institutionalized, culturally valorized Mandingo fighting. making a satire out of a sprawling subject like this requires a pretty deft touch, one Stone doesn't really possess. thankfully he makes polemics instead.
Disclaimer: I'm a huge football fan
I don't know how many of you watch ESPN3 but I do. If you do watch it then you might know that they run a select few commercials over and over right now, one of which contains an audio clip of Al Pacino's famous inches speech from this film. After about a week of hearing this every day on ESPN 3 I realized that I needed to watch this again.
I thought that I would be watching the director's cut for the first time. However, I didn't notice any difference between this cut and what I have seen two or three times before on DVD. Maybe I have been watching the director's cut the…
Is it just me or is Everyone in this film an arsehole.
Overkill, even by Stone's standards. Buried inside the clutter, though, is three or four magnificent shorts: the opening game, football coverage as we see it today on primetime television, but breaking past the filters of the network - like some of those sound bites you get occasionally on TNT, albeit uncensored here - cutting to the huddle, the menace on the line of scrimmage, the funnel of information sputtering out of control, the Offensive Coordinator combating with the Head Coach, the quarterback combating with his teammates, and each combating with the other, the owner in the press box scowling in Jerry Jones mode, the cheap media personality breaking out headlines full of singular superlatives or condemnations, the medics on the…
My eyes! This is one badly edited, hyper-sensualised, shaky piece of filmmaking. It's not good to look at. That said, everything in the stadium, or on the field, or in the locker room manages to be grounded and adequately tense. The problem is that most of the film is off the field, in the offices, at the parties, where the style of filmmaking is rather poor indeed. It's uninspired, it's messy. Fortunately, some brilliant speeches, and a few pieces of fluid brilliance stop it being an awful film. It's mixed up, it's confused, but just because it has some greats moments it does not mean its a great film. It's all over the place, but worth a watch if you like the cast, or fancy a bit of kinetic football mayhem with glimpses of a soul.
Don't give a dang about NFL or sports but this is the most OTT sports movie ever made
Ever notice how Al Pacino has had pretty much the same haircut his entire life?
watching an oliver stone filmed football match is like being caught in the middle of a hurricane. It honestly felt like I was there, and it even manages to be more kinetic than the general whirlwind of testosterone fuelled posturing framing it. but as expected, it's the moments of rare calm that stand out, the brief silent seconds between the pre game speech and the players reactions, or the fleeting moments of panic after an apparent injury.
Eric Taylor> Tony D'amato
Basically Football: The Movie with the center theme being "out with the old and in with the new". This movie can be great at times but also fails miserably just as much. The main problem is that it often goes too far with a theme, scene, or idea. it is exactly what you would think a football movie directed by Oliver Stone would be like.
I think I might have just found a movie that will go into my top 10. Almost hitting the three hour mark, but it didn't feel like it dragged. Thought there could have been some shots that could have been edited out. After seeing this it feels like Cameron Diaz has acted for ever. The music was wonderful and at times breathtaking. The speech that Al gives towards the end is magical and the instrumental fits the scene perfectly. If this seems like a very biased review it just might be. Recommend to anyone who is a sports enthusiast.
Plays surprisingly smooth for a movie that clocks in at two and a half hours, courtesy of its hard-hitting football sequences and Al Pacino's signature brand of bombastic machismo, though the entire cast is amazing all around. Jamie Foxx is the distinct MVP, though, and this movie without a doubt signaled his ascension into the A-list (It sure as hell wasn't Booty Call...). At first glance, the film is more sizzle than substance, but its style was the whole point - not celebratory but critical, reinforced by the dichotomy between two prominent character types - the older and wiser (Pacino and Quaid) being drowned out by egocentric, greedy youth (Diaz and Foxx), one group in need of learning to evolve…
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